It is a circular castle of about 60,000 square meters, and there are more than 20 large and small castles in it. The gate outside the entire fenced circular castle was accessible only to the lord and the joga. The rest of the people, according to their ranks, enter and exit different doors.

Ji Yunjing, as the son of the lord and the heir of the lord, according to the regulations, he walked in through the door opening on the left side of the gate, and after a long tunnel, three or four remade iron doors were opened, and Ji Yunjing walked into the outer circle of the castle. He walked towards the castle.

He knew very well where Gisut would keep Joga.

If he were Ji Sut, he would definitely lock Joga near the ancient castle where Ji Lisha lived before his death. He walked all the way to the left corner of the center of the castle, followed by his henchman for many years.

Along the way, there were Iron Guards in armor.

The castle where Ji Lisha lived before her death is like a fairy tale told by old people. Off-white walls, off-white roofs. It is the most beautiful castle in this castle. Joga must have been locked up in the red dilapidated castle closest to the castle of Rigilisha, about 700 meters away.

Because she likes to be quiet, there is no one living in her fairytale castle within a radius of 1,000 meters, except for the flowers and plants that grow freely and the wind that can play.

He walked through the corridor supported by the tall cylindrical shape built between the ancient castles, and sure enough, outside this ancient castle that had long been abandoned, there were four or five Iron Guards on the second floor of the Ten Thousand Things Realm.

"The eldest son." The spears of the two Iron Guards were erected, blocking Ji Yunjing's way.

"I have come back at the behest of my father, you are bold." Ji Yunjing said sharply.

The two Iron Guards, who couldn't slap their slaps, immediately took their spears away and got out of the way.

Ji Yunjing entered the ancient castle and saw two Iron Guards standing at the door of the room opposite him, he quickly ran over, and before the Iron Guards could react, they were pierced by Ji Yunjing and his henchmen with a sword.

Ji Yunjing quickly pushed open the heavy black wooden door.

'Bang~', the sound of the door seemed to wake up Ji Sute.

Ji Sut let go of his neck, and a blue-red joga fell to the ground. Ji Yunjing hurriedly stepped forward, "Mother, mother~" He picked up Qiao Jia.

Qiao Jia didn't respond, and in Ji Yunjing's arms, let Ji Yunjing gently shake her soft body.

Ji Sute glanced at Qiao Jia in Ji Yunjing's arms in disgust, and walked indifferently towards the door. The duty of the Iron Guard at the door of the room was naturally not to guard the room covered with cobwebs, and left with Ji Sute expressionlessly.

Ji Yunjing looked at the red finger prints on his mother's neck, and called his mother anxiously twice. Still no response.

In the white immortal pavilion disciple suit, the man of medium stature seemed to see the doorway, squatted down, and gently put his hand in front of Qiao Jia's nose. He sat down on the ground in a trance.

When Ji Yunjing saw his movements and expressions, he couldn't believe and moved his gaze back to Qiao Jia's face. "Mother??" Ji Yunjing shouted loudly.

Ji Sut, who had not yet stepped out of the castle, seemed to feel that something was wrong and stopped. Immediately, the heartache of Ji Lisha's departure took over his heart again, and he continued to walk towards the outside of the castle.

Ji Yunjing tried to gently put his hand in front of Qiao Jia's nose...

His eyebrows were wrinkled and wrinkled by people who were not good at needlework, and the fist in front of Qiao Jiayu's nose was clenched tightly. "Mother!" He shouted mournfully.

Outside the castle, Ji Sut stopped again, and he remembered that he didn't use much internal strength. He reached out and looked at the violent hand that had just pinched Qiaojia's neck. Could it be that he was angry for a while???

He snorted coldly, but if you dare to touch the person you like, you will die!

He continued to walk forward, leaving behind what he had just done, and leaving the sad Ji Yunjing behind.

Ji Yunjing's face was tightly pressed against Qiao Jia's snow-white forehead, "I'm a step late, I'm a step late..."

He gritted his teeth, hatred coming from all directions. Outside the open window, the weeds are in the sun.

"Jisut, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you..."he muttered. Joga was in his arms, like a dough that had been kneaded haphazardly and had no power to resist.

When his henchman heard his master say this, he quickly turned over and closed the thick black wooden door with good sound insulation.

"Eldest son, don't talk nonsense anymore."

"Mother..."Ji Yunjing hugged Qiao Jia's corpse, tears fell, and the pain was heartbreaking. Although Qiao Jia didn't like the conspirator Ji Sute during his lifetime, he was different from Ji Lisha. Ji Yunjing grew up beside her since she was a child, and because she was a victim of a political marriage, she didn't like Ji Sute, but Qiao Jia could be said to be extremely fond of this son.

When Joga's blood gradually cooled down, his henchmen had to remind him that he should let go of his wife and leave.

Ji Yunjing picked up Qiao Jia and looked at Qiao Jia, whose body had begun to stiffen. He gently kissed her one last time on the forehead, and he had no idea that Ji Lisha's death would be like an infectious disease, and she would follow her to the end of the road.

"Open the door." Ji Yunjing ordered.

"Eldest Prince, where are you going to take Madame? This should be something that adults should consider. "Qiaojia is already married to Ji Sute, and her aftermath should be arranged by Ji Sute.

"Open the door!"

He had to open the clumsy and heavy wooden door for Ji Yunjing.

Ji Yunjing knew very well that if he buried his mother according to the etiquette of the Thousand Snake Collar, Ji Sute would definitely not be willing, he hated snakes very much.

Qiao Jia once mentioned that aside from the burial etiquette of the Thousand Snake Collar, she herself hoped that she was a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake with no power, but enough to kill people. In this way, she would have killed her father or Jisut in a fit of rage.

Ji Yunjing walked step by step towards the ancient castle where Qiao Jia originally lived, and in the basement of the ancient castle was the demon snake that Qiao Jia had raised for more than 100 years. With sad steps, he walked towards the basement.

After throwing Qiao Jia's body into the snake pile, Ji Yunjing couldn't bear to see these demon snakes divide Qiao Jia's body, and then turned around and left.

Since he was a child, Ji Yunjing almost didn't remember that he had a father, or rather, a father, what kind of existence should be. He always likes to fight, that's what he's after. Outside of the battle, the one he accompanies the most is the Ji Lisha who has never taken him to heart...

When he sees himself, he always looks like he's on top... It's not hateful, but it's definitely not loved or liked.

Although, his own mother killed his lover. However, he, Jisut, also killed those who loved him. He didn't want to wait until he died, he wanted him to die immediately, and then throw himself into the snake pile to apologize to his mother on the way to hell! , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie